It's been a while, homeslices, I've been in one of my distracted blogging stupors, despite an abundance of potential topics... To all involved, I apologize. The Anna Nicole Smith son death in birth chamber episode would seem to demand comment, but out of respect for Anna Nicole, I must demure.
You see, I've been distracted. Distracted by cats. I've recently adopted two delightful sister calico cats. I was tempted to name them "Dan" and "Rich," but decided that might be taken the wrong way by my dearest friends, or at least by Ariel, so I decided on the names "Dark" and "Deep" instead. Think of those names as double metaphors, titles whose edges slide just a little under the coffee cup of life. Here are some not at all pseudo parental or obnoxious photos:This is the beautiful Deep. She is a born hunter who often engages in games of chance with her loving gaurdian, Nostradamus. Here is Dark:Being not yet six months old, both cats are rather more than kittens but still somewhat less than cats, as the honorable T. S. Eliot would no doubt have it. Dark is a generous and splendid sharer of her affections; her moods are a simulacra of human pulchritude. I do not know where else I could find such a trusted spy, a willing informer, in short, a dedicated, for once not traitrous, friend... She observes for me, she observes more keenly than those seen could ever know.